Thank you for your head shot, I praise it. Offer recourse for such luminous acquaintance. Heed to adoration that permeates the spirit whole in intricate design. Marvel the grace of depth we create. Give this a name that we invent. Relinquish inhibitions, safety has been refined for us.

Stay up all night exchanging words with glances. Don’t interrupt, we won’t interrupt. Within the flesh we share host to our braided inlay. Porous senses transcribe each movement. So cut our tongues and kiss. It’s everlasting, make it everlasting.

The tranquil percussion of beating life, a custom serenade. Entranced together confined. Elicits subtle rejoice with a pause and a breath. That single gaze remains transfixed upon each other. And this is how we’ll stay until they come to claim us. The exact model of what it stands for, alignment of its own precedent. There are no broken lines forging desperate fear on jaded ties. For at this costume ball we are naked. And they can’t tell us that we’re wrong. They can’t tell us what we are.

With confounded charm to traverse the floor. Courting destiny we dance without concern. Within the flesh we share cut our tongues and kiss. It’s everlasting. Everlasting.

Oh she swore that grace was not in her step but mine. Oh she swore. And sleeps so softly, I would not know anything weighs on her. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What do you hurry for if we have forever? What do you hurry for?

Our bodies come apart. Her fingers slip through mine. Slip through mine. Naked is solitary. Solitary. Gone. A most abbreviated moment without parody. Now it is just a weapon. That’s obscuring my senses as you champion my withdrawal. With temptation your fearless leader I’d been nominated to step forward, but for your pleasure. If I could hollow out the inner cavity it would not make a difference to who you are. The silent partner in your charade. To witness its appeal as the recipient. Vacate every loyalty you had assumed. You wouldn’t stop if I told you that it hurt.

You had won my praise and adoration with illuminating pretense. Reciting lines with glances, cut the flesh to kiss, ensure its everlasting depth created in intricate design. Hang with ease, it was pure intent. In plain view, you dedicate to you. No one wants to leave intrigue, combined a single gaze. Hang with ease, it was pure intent.

I do notice when you look at me again now. I do notice when you look at me again now. The reflections cast us entranced, but that fading tone is destiny. The ballerina stops dancing when the music is over, is over.